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fire 4 u - zekeultra & nephew hesh lyrics

[intro]

(theres no hiding place, in the fathers house you know? how long will you hide your face)

you see i’m here now…

[verse]

don’t mistake the devil for an angel in the fire
just because you want it don’t mean it’s your hearts desire
everything you remember get forgotten over time
unless it feel like heaven, or some trauma comes to mind
i been walking on that [?]
call out to that god, don’t think that he gon’ reply
either way i’m gon’ be fine
[?] my eyеs on
these n*ggas crickets that’s why i hit ‘еm with this lysol
this sh*t i’m spittin’ get ’em sniffing like they eyes waterin’

my first day on, boy i need some time off
and a 8th too, these b*tch n*ggas smile at you when they hate you
when it take you, dying for them to thank you

why i gotta get out of town, gone
need a place i can think
swear the days i can’t find bud, only days i’ll drink
summer days [?], smoking up by the creek
either grave or get locked up, before you hear something [?]
think of ways to get guap’d up ‘for your left out at sea
boy ain’t no way i’ll get washed up
i came through with the bowl like a putlock
they hate hateful, cause my plate full but i stock up
and play fool, to these state troopers i’m [?]
what they gon’ do? wait till i slip, so my ship don’t get too loose
so i ain’t worried ’bout no man, ain’t my kin, take my wins
taste my [?], p*ssy ass n*gga (but i was wrong)
(i wrote a song, just for you)
(i wrote it just for you, i wrote it just for you)
(don’t be afraid of the police)

[verse 2]
[elijah bank$y]

uh, check, check, check, uh

as i’m scrolling down my tl, i see heaven and i see h*ll
and sometimes i let the beat breathe, as i pay attention to the details
and [?] they service, for they own purpose, his son really mean well
i mean some n*ggas really wildin’, might choke you out like springwell, uh
i do the shrimp not the lobster, uh
calamari with the pasta, uh
my life a lazy one i’m chillin’ in my boxers uh
this just for me, just for you, i can’t stop it
so many options n*gga, so many options
we just some young n*ggas tryna change our family optics
that boy fly, like my life in the c*ckpit
why it take for you to die, then they paint you? (why?)
i need my flowers real early before april
you talkin like all this love gon’ save you, probably change you, remain true
(facts) cause those singing the highest praise gon’ be the same ones that gon’ hang you
i need my self portrait drawn by george condo
a batch of beats from dilla
might call it [?]
me seeking hits, you better tap in pr*nto
i’m tryna have the million dollar convo (tryna talk with hov, n*gga)
f*ck, i mean until my benji’s stacking same size as the eiffel
you know my name ain’t [?] to your idols
i’m by the cribby in a different timezone
hold the [?], the future’s what i’m on
like how my tesla’s gon’ need a therapist the way them doors suicidal, uh
banksy

- zekeultra nephew hesh lyrics

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